Date: Wed, 3 Jun 2009 12:05:52 -0400
From: Jodi Jasinski
Subject: Her First Visit Part 1-**Suggest Lesbian/Authoritative**
Critique is welcomed. Please let me know what you think and if you would
like to hear more of the story! Thank you-Jodibear19@hotmail.com
This story is completely fictional and is the property of the author. Any
unauthorized use is not acceptable.
Her First Visit
I was sitting at the intersection of Bayley and 3rd, the spot where
I was supposed to call from. My heart was pounding; beads of sweat dripped
from the sides of my forehead, my stomach was twisting in knots. I was
excited, scared, anxious and nervous. I spotted a gas station just after
the intersection. I only had three minutes left in which to call, then
fifteen minutes to arrive from the time we hung up. The light turned green
and I made my right hand turn onto Bayley, then a quick right into the gas
station parking lot. I picked up my cell phone and dialed Her number.
There was only one minute remaining.
"Hello..."
"H-h-hi, I am at the intersection."
"Good girl, just in time. Cutting it kind of close aren't you?"
I didn't respond, as it sounded much like a rhetorical question.
"Listen very carefully: At the next light, make a left. Go to the second
stop sign and make a right. I am at the 4th house on the left. You have
fifteen minutes and don't be late."
With that, she hung up. I threw the phone back onto the seat and just sat.
After a quick decision to go into the store, I ended up with a pack of
cigarettes for myself, a pack for Her and some gum. I put the car in
drive, and headed on my way.
I could only imagine in my head what was going to happen. How was I
to have any idea of what my fate was? Sure, we had discussed likes and
dislikes, places I wouldn't go at all, limits, boundaries, etc. But isn't
the point of this to push ones boundaries? I must have daydreamed to
myself the whole way. I looked up just as I made the right turn. Fourth
house on the left did she say? Yes, there it is. I recognized the small
statue of the gnome that she said would be there. I brought clothes with
me to change into: cotton shorts and a sports bra, nothing too fancy. I
looked at my bag in the back seat contemplating just leaving. I glanced at
the clock and realized I only had five minutes to spare. I didn't want to
be five minutes early, but certainly did not want to be late either. I
sat, tapping my foot to puppet master on the radio. I lit a cigarette,
hoping to calm my nerves. With about two minutes left to spare, I grabbed
my bag, keys, smokes and wallet and got out of the car. I took very long
puffs of that cigarette as I was not sure when I would have a chance to
puff another cigarette.
As I walked up Her driveway slowly, I took one last puff of that
cigarette and flicked it without caution behind me. I waited a few moments
before ringing the bell. When the door opened, I was confused. A tall,
mid thirties man opened the door wearing only a loin-cloth and a choker
necklace. Na´ve me, I didn't think anything of it, other than the face
that this couldn't be Her.
"Hi, I uh, I think I have the wrong address." I turned to walk away.
"No you haven't my dear...please step inside quickly."
My stomach was burning with anticipation. My knees were weak and I was
shaking. My whole body was aching. I eerily stepped inside the doorway
and took a quick glance around the house. It looked very normal.
"You are dismissed Adam, thank you."
Adam disappeared up the stairwell.
"Any problems finding your way here?"
I heard the words, but they did not register. She walked close enough to
me that I could feel her breath as she spoke.
"Excuse me?"
"No, no, there were no problems." I mumbled as I fidgeted with the things I
had in my hands, avoiding making eye contact.
"Lay all of your things on the table, bring your bag and follow me."
She led me down a flight of stairs. I wanted to comment on hose nice her
home was, but was afraid to say anything. We ended up in a huge enclosed
room. I was overcome by the surrounding stimulus everywhere. There was a
wall of whips, one with chains and leashes, floggers on another, and
bondage items on another. I saw a large cage on one corner, multiple
tables similar to those at a doctors' office. I saw a closet full of
clothing with shelves lined with lubricants, dildo's, and butt plugs, and
another shelf that appeared to be strictly for shoes. Off to the side,
where we were headed were two small sofas and a table.
"Please have a seat." She motioned to the couch furthest from the doorway,
as She sat in the other. Almost instantaneously exerting Her authority by
sitting between myself and the doorway-my only escape. I looked around
anxiously, taking it all in. She began talking;
"Jamie, I appreciate your respect for my time by being here on time.
During a recap of the ground rules, I expect your full and undivided
attention and eye contact at all times to ensure you understand. Is that
clear?"
"Yes." I stuttered.
I pulled out her tribute of $200 plus a pack of cigarettes I bought for her
at the store and lay them on the table between us. She ignored this
gesture and began recapping the ground rules. I found it very hard to
maintain eye contact with this domineering woman because she intimidated
me. She was about 5'10" tall, black hair to her mid back, dark brown eyes,
dark eyeliner, a black corset with lacy sleeves, black leather mini skirt,
black nylons and stilettos. How could anyone concentrate when faced with
such a beautiful sight? Certainly not I!
"First and foremost, you will address me as Ma'am at all times. You will
ask permission for any and everything with no exception. You are
entrusting me with your person and your safety. You will not speak unless
you are spoken to. You are not to swear in my presence and you will do
exactly as I say. Any deviation from my direction and you will be
punished. Is that understood?"
As she glared at me, waiting for my response, my body began to react to my
situation. My arms were weak and shaky, and I was chewing on my fingernail
to detract from my deteriorating demeanor.
"Yes, I understand." I replied, very matter-of-factly. My intonation did
nothing but deceive me.
"I don't think that you quite understand Jamie. On your knees please."
I did as she asked, but hesitantly as though kneeling for this beauty was a
huge inconvenience.
"Don't move." She demanded.
She left the sitting area for a moment and then returned to the sofa.
"Come over to me." She requested.
I began to stand up...
"Remain on your knees Jamie, I want you to crawl over to Me."
I crawled over to her until I was inches from her knees.
"Turn around."
I pivoted on one knee until I had my body turned in the direction she was
facing, and remained on my hands and knees as she requested. She was
behind me now, which made me feel extremely vulnerable.
"I will repeat this only once," she spoke so calmly that I never really
expected what I felt; a quick slap to my backside through my pants. I
jumped as I was startled, but the pain was not very intense. I was more
scared and embarrassed than anything. The constant thoughts running
through my mind of how demeaning this was; here I was, 25 years old, tough,
strong, in control, but paying someone else to punish me.
"You are to address me as Ma'am, is that clear?"
"Yes Ma'am, I understand. I am sorry."
Just for good measure, she brought the belt against my backside once more
to exert Her power over me.
"Also, when I give an order, I expect you to follow quickly and without
hesitation." She said as she ran her hands through my long blond hair. She
grabbed the back of my hair, pulling so sharply that my face was pointed
toward the ceiling.
"Am I inconveniencing you now?" she asked.
"No Ma'am, I am sorry."
"Do you have a problem looking at me while I am speaking to you?"
I hesitated to answer, not wanting to answer incorrectly. She pulled my
hair even more.
"Yes Ma'am. I am nervous."
She let go of my hair and sent me back to the sofa, crawling of course. I
sat back down and concentrated on Her nose.
"I also did not appreciate you flicking your nasty cigarette butt on my
lawn. I find that to be extremely disrespectful. I spend a lot of time
keeping my yard nice and orderly and you want to throw your disgusting
cigarette butt on it?"
I looked away; searching my memory for that moment...I didn't reply because
there was nothing I could say or do about it to change what She had already
seen me do. Damn. What a way to start the session.